No Taboos: My Husband the Dragon Medium
Ji Ningzhao was born as the most revered princess of Chu, and it was foretold that she would become the next Grand Shaman of the kingdom. Gifted with extraordinary talent and noble birth, it seemed she was destined for a life without worries. Even her beloved was the very first Yinglong from the dawn of heaven and earth, drawn to her by fate, who had accompanied her since childhood—a childhood companion, a wise mentor, and, after sharing their lifespans, the lover with whom she was to walk hand in hand through the long years of the mortal world. Ji Ningzhao cherished these peaceful days and always believed her life would continue in this tranquil manner. Yet suddenly, catastrophe struck—her beloved vanished without a trace, his fate unknown. With her own heart’s blood, she anchored a lingering remnant of his soul, but in doing so, she was forced into a deep slumber herself. When she awoke, the world had undergone a profound transformation. The Mirror of Yin and Yang, the Pillow of Two Lives, the Amulet of Aversion… In the shadows, an intricate conspiracy seemed to be weaving its web around her. Step by step, Ji Ningzhao unraveled the threads that sought to bind her, holding on to the hope of a reunion that might never come. Yet she never expected that, in this new life, an old friend would come knocking at her door one rainy night, softly greeting her with a long-awaited, “It’s been a while.”
No Taboos: My Husband the Dragon Medium
It means that even when adorned in humble attire and simple hairpins, her natural beauty remains so striking that it cannot be concealed.
“I’ll repeat myself once more,” Xie Qingfa, seated in the passenger seat, said gravely, his gaze intense. “This is the only person I can find right now who can save your son’s life. No matter what she asks you later, you must answer truthfully. Do not conceal anything, and above all, do not offend her.”
In the back seat, the Chen couple and their son, Chen Yiming, listened with caution written across their faces, nodding repeatedly.
The car soon turned into a quiet neighborhood. After the three stepped out, they walked a short distance to a detached villa.
Standing at the door, Xie Qingfa took several deep breaths, as though the tiny dot of the doorbell were some monstrous beast. Only when he had composed himself did he reach out and press it.
There was no sound from inside, but the iron gate swung open swiftly before them.
Beyond the gate lay a small courtyard belonging to the villa, planted with camellias in various hues and pale pink gladiolus. At the center, a wisteria trellis sprawled, vibrant and full of life, leaving the Chen family momentarily stunned.
Since Chen Yiming’s misfortune, they had sought out numerous local masters—some genuine, some charlatans. The only one who had shown any effect at all was this young Daoist priest, Xie Qingfa, recommended by Chen Yiming’s cousin, Chen Yishen.
It was said he possessed the art of manipulating bone and was destined for this path by virtue of his affinity with the immortals. At the very least, his talismans allowed Chen Yiming rare, restful nights.
Yet even Xie Qingfa cou
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